Eventually, he stops convulsing and turns around. Ben grabs my wrists and pins them above my head and slides down my body, keeping himself firmly pressed into mine. He gets to the point where he is face-to-face with me, again that big grin on his face. He repositions his arms to have both of my wrists together in one of his hands and then puts his other pit right in my face. "Sniff it up, pig. Your nose hasn't had enough of me just yet. You are my bitch. You understand me? You are here for my pleasure, and what I want right now is for you to sniff." I inhaled the biggest breath I have ever taken. "That's right. You're a good boy.. But now you are all dirty. Let's go take a shower."
I follow Ben into the shower, covered in all his nasty funk. His cum is on my chest, and his sweat is on my entire body. I am his tonight, and I will do anything that he wants me to. He turns on the water, and we step in. For the first time in a long while, he is gentle with me. We are facing each other, and he grabs the soap and lathers me all up before doing the same to himself. We massage the bubbles all over each other, feeling each other's bodies up and down. His muscles are bulging like crazy. Despite the fact that I tower over him in height, he is jacked and built like a truck. "You like being my little bitch? You like it rough?"
"Yes, sir. I like it when you treat me rough. I love you all rough and dirty with me...and now all clean."
"I can't be rough and dirty all the time. Gotta treat my boy nice from time to time." With that he leans in as if he is going to kiss me. I let my guard down and close my eyes. As I do,
he spins me around, wraps his arm around my neck, choking me a bit, and then presses me against the wall. "Now is not that time. Your ass has had time to recover. Now, it's mine again." His cock is rock hard again, and I feel it pressing against my hole. With one swift motion, he thrusts hard and enters his full cock in my ass. I am still stretched from earlier, and he has no problem getting in all the way and pounding the shit out of me. Over and over and over again, he thrusts deep inside of me. His bicep is gripping my neck nice and tight and his torso is pressing me into the shower wall. "I've always wanted to fuck in the shower. It's my lucky day." Just five minutes later, I hear him panting into my ear. "Damn - this is too hot. I'm about to blow...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Straight up my ass. I feel his hot cum enter my hole and start to slide down my leg. His arm releases my neck, and we both collapse against the wall.
Before I come back to it, he
turns off the water and grabs two towels. We dry off, and he commands me to follow him to his bedroom. "Wait outside. I will let you know when you can come in. You understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?!?!"
"Yes, sir. I understand."
"Good boy." He walks in the room and shuts the door. I hear him moving around in there and some readjusting of some furniture. My nerves are starting to get the best of me when I finally hear him say "enter." I open the door and walk into the dark room. Three steps in, the door closes behind me, and Ben tackles me to the floor. He grabs some rope and ties my wrists together, then my ankles. I writhe on the floor to try and somehow break free, but I am trapped. He sits down on top of me, straddling me, his eyes staring straight into mine with a playful, yet sinister, look. He grabs a roll of duct tape and tapes my mouth shut. "That should do it."
Ben gets off of me and goes over to his dresser to
put on a tight pair of blue boxer briefs. He looked damn hot in those. They clung to his body, and showed off his thick thighs and giant ass. He walks back over to me, and again, straddles me, this time sitting on my chest. Inching ever so slowly forward, I now have his crotch right in my face. I can smell the blend of a freshly washed crotch with still a hint of manly musk. "You like it down there? Why am I even asking - of course you do. You are rock hard just like you have been all day. Interesting place you find yourself - with your mouth taped shut, only way for you to breathe is through your mouth, huh? A bit of a conundrum..."
I flail beneath him, but I can't stop him from turning around and sitting back down, now with his boxer brief-clad ass squarely in my face. "What to do? What to do?" Ben is toying with me from above. "Oh, I have an idea!" And not a second later, he let loose a booming low-pitched fart right in my face. I tried not to
breathe, but it lingered, and I inhaled his rank, manly ass scent. "Still hard, huh? You really are a sick and twisted boy. Too bad that's about all I think I have in me for the moment. As a matter of fact, it may be about time to call it a night. Let me get your sleeping bag all set up."
He gets off of my face and walks back out to the living room area. When he comes back, I still cannot see through the dark at what he has with him, but then he plops it down next to me - his hockey bag. "This should fit you." He unzips the large back and then grabs me and begins to shove me in. I am kicking and grunting and doing everything in my power not to let him shove me in there. But he is too strong, and after several minutes, he gets my legs in, followed by my torso, and then finally I am in all the way. It was rank. I was surrounded by his dirty pads and gear, jock straps and jerseys. Weeks worth of body odor and sweat. "Alright, dinner time for me." I
hear him walk away.
And there I am, sniffing in his scent for about an hour as he is out there ordering a pizza. I try and get myself as comfortable as possible and end up finding myself with my head resting on a chest pad that has a pile of jock straps on top. Not the world's classiest pillow, but I am not going to say that I didn't find it strangely arousing. I was just about to fall asleep, when Ben returns. "You didn't think I would let you go to bed without a bedtime story, did ya?" He unzips the bag and I get a whiff of fresh air. I think he is about to let me out, but instead, he starts getting in. Not all the way, but he gets his lower body in to his waist and then zips the bag. "This is what I like to call a 'Canadian Oven.'" He lets rip some small farts and the smell instantly fills up the bag. I am literally trapped in his fart bubble. I am about to pass out, when he finally unzips the bag and gets out. He untapes my mouth and I
breathe the largest breath I have ever had.
"Fuck, Ben. You are sick."
"And yet you are still hard, huh? Alright, alright. I won't shove your head back in there. Let me just get one more thing for you before we call it a night." He strips off his boxers and holds them in his right hand. "You don't want to be forced back in there, do you?"
"No."
"No, what????"
"No, sir..."
"That's a good boy. Now time for you to go to sleep." He zips the bag back up so that only my head is sticking out, and then takes the used underwear and places them over my head - the slightest whiff of ass right in my nose. "Good night, boy"
"Good night, sir"